The Rain!

Yesterday, being a Sunday was a gentle start in the cottage. I went out, just to relieve the pressure, and was confronted by a wall of rain falling from the sky and the gutter above the boot room door and resolved there and then that it was going to be the last time I went out there again that day. Nasty stuff, rain! So I busied myself indoors, alternating between snoozing on my comfy cushion, snoozing in front of the fire and snoozing on the sofa curled up beside The Owner whilst he read the Sunday Papers. There was little ranting about them, which was unusual, so there couldn't have been anyone in them that he disapproved of. I did venture to open an eye occasionally and glance at the windows and observed much rain still falling against the windows, so closed it again rapidly. Eventually The Owner gets up, stretches, and rummages in the cupboard for his boots. This time (unusually) nothing else came tumbling out, which is the normal way of things I have come to notice. He normally gets his boots out and then has to throw all the other bits and bobs that have made a bid for freedom back in and shut the door quick. This all pointed to one thing, he was going to become very insistent that we were going to have to go out on patrol! It is still raining out there!!! I am a dog with breeding, dogs with breeding don't do rain!!! So I hid at first but he was having none of it. He dragged me out into the rain and out into the fields. This is not good, I am getting wet here!! Across the fields we squelched, water dripping off the end of my nose whilst I walked five yards behind him. Not out of any idea of respect or servitude, just that I didn't want to be out in the rain and wet and was dreaming of warming myself beside the fire later when we got back. At one point he stood under a tree up on the hill to shelter a little from the rain. Look, am I missing something here? There is a perfectly good cottage down there.... and it is all the shelter I need. But on we trudged! Eventually we turn for home, but not before I am so wet that, if I wore any, the water would have been running out of the seat of my pants. The only good bit about the whole wretched saga was that the pond was full and I got to play in it for a while. Until he started grumbling about getting wet stood there waiting for me.

Now it is snowing outside and I have to walk home through that!!